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April 23, 2007



I love your readers. I want your readers. I wish your readers were my readers.

Except for that Omega guy. It's like he thinks he's the R. Lee Ermey of *Terrible Mother.

Tragically Hip Single Mother

Shut up, Omega.

Friend Omega

I want to have sex with all of your faces.



Poetry or chant over the bridge of the Nine Inch Nails hit, "Blow Me While We Kiss." You be the judge.


The inclusion of my posts in this entry should in no way be used as an indication that I have any idea what I'm saying at any time.

That said, I have no regrets.


i think you should devise a new literary geek determination test involving mr bradley & mr ermey.

oh wait! you already did. nevermind.

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